Love's Suicide (Love's Suicide #1)(84)

The woman was very kind, considering his tone. “I’m sorry sir, there’s no one here by the name you’re referring to, and even if there was, I can’t give out personal information.”

“I ain’t leavin’ here until you give me a damn room number. This is my wife we’re talkin’ about.”

I hit the up button and tried to move out of the way before he turned to see who was coming out of the elevator. Our eyes met and he came running toward us. I held on tight to B and pushed the close button. Sheer relief came over me when I felt us moving up. The only problem was that I didn’t know if he’d be waiting for me. I hit the emergency stop button and frantically pulled my phone out of my pocket. The service was crappy, but I had one bar.

I dialed Brooks back, hoping he wasn’t meeting with his boss.

“Sergeant Valentine.”

“Brooks, he’s here at the hotel. B and I are in the elevator. I hit the emergency stop button. He’s going to hurt me. You’ve got to call the police. Tell them he’s going to hurt me.”

“I’m coming.”

“No! I don’t want you hurt. Please, stay there.”

“Kat, I’m coming and you’re not going to stop me. Whatever you do, don’t let that elevator start moving. You hang tight. I’ll be there in less than five minutes.”

”I’m calling the police.” After I’d hung up on Brooks I dialed the police. B was starting to cry because she knew I was upset about something.

“9-1-1 what is your emergency?”

“I need the police. My husband, who beat me up yesterday, got out of jail and came after me again. I’m at the Hartfield Hotel on Weston Street. Please hurry. I’m stuck in an elevator and he’s waiting for it to open. Please, I have a little girl with me.”

The operator assured me that help was on the way. Once I hung up, I never took my eyes off of the control panel. If we started moving, I was going to hit the stop button again.

It was difficult trying to calm B and knowing she was upset because of how I was acting. “I’m so sorry, baby. Daddy’s coming to rescue us. He’s going to keep us safe.”

My phone started ringing again. “Brooks? Do you see him?”

“They already called the cops on Bobby. Him and his friend left right before I came in. I’m pretty sure he saw me, though. I saw a trucks brake lights as I pulled in. Listen, they’re going to start the elevator again. Hang tight and we’ll get you out of there.”

It took them a few minutes. Once we started moving, the doors opened and I was greeted by Brooks. He wasn’t alone. Another soldier in fatigues was speaking to the woman at the front desk and a police officer. “We’re going to make a statement and get some papers drawn up. Are you alright with that?”

I nodded and let him lead me toward the officers.

“Kat, this is my commanding officer, Ferris.”

I smiled, feeling stupid for having him know my business. It didn’t help that I had a lingering bruise on my cheek.

“It’s great to meet you, ma’am.” He turned his attention to B. “You must be little Brooklyn. You sure do look like your daddy.”

I smiled when I saw the look on Brooks’ face. He held out his arms and she went right to him, laying her head on him as if she knew he’d lay down and die for her. “You need to go give a statement to the officer. I’m going to go up and get our things. I’ll meet you down here in a few minutes.”

I smiled and started walking toward the police officer. The man turned around and had already written a bunch of information down.

It took longer than I thought, but after him being arrested and then coming after me in public, the officer assured me that I’d have a protective order against Bobby within the next seventy-two hours. I knew I wasn’t out of immediate danger, but it did give me a little relief.

When I met Brooks back in the lobby, he was standing there holding B while talking to his boss. Our things were at his feet. I walked up and B leaned in for me to take her. “What now?”

“We go back to the base. I’ve got to fill out some forms and then we’re going on a road trip.”

“A road trip?”

“Yeah. I’ll explain later.” He stopped right before we got outside. “Give me your phone.”

I handed it to him and watched him break it in half. “The thing about cell phones is that they can be traced by anyone. Bobby had an app on his phone that told him where you were. The second you turned your phone back on, all he had to do was follow the damn arrow.”

I felt like an idiot.

The moment we stepped onto the base, I knew we’d be safe. Brooks held my hand and walked me inside of a building. We waited for him to fill out papers, and then the two men led us to a vehicle. We climbed in and were driving to the other side of the base. I saw Brooks’ truck and knew we were where he lived.

Once out, his boss started to pull away. I stopped him before he could go. “Thank you, sir.”

“It was my pleasure, ma’am.”

I followed Brooks inside and watched him filling his bag with more clothes. We were in a room with two twin beds, but it was on a floor that probably housed several of the same type. “So where are we going? Am I not allowed to know? Is there something you aren’t telling me?”